Myth Or Mystery From the Deep

She will rise up from the water, in the midday afternoon Lightly vaulting from the darkness, wearing beads of jewel-toned sea Splashing forth as if a fountain, spilling locks of brilliant gold Wearing combs adorned with seashells, from her home deep in the cold She has no tongue, she has no tears She had no soul, she has no fear No need for air, her hair is fair Her eyes are clear with wanton lairs She is a siren, she is an angel, she is a myth, for many seasons Is she real, or apparition…, are we wary of her reasons? She will stretch out her long tail, on bed of kelp-strewn sand Soaking up the violet rays, to dry her golden strands She bewitches with amusement, seduces with her charm While the darting through the sailor's lust, into her captive arms She is sometimes called illusion, and she has no given name But she lures the souls of swarthy seamen, deep within a cage Her origins are buried in the past, in the language of forgetting Her repertoire of movement, and exquisite, agile form A creature born of beauty, enchantment with a tail Looking for her unfound love, unless it cannot be But marry one, and she becomes... Their own for company ......................................... For Shadow Hamilton's Contest: Mythological Animals or Birds Contest 6/4/13